Molly scribbled on a pad of paper, her eyes darting up to Bill as she brainstormed. "What's the plan for getting in?" she asked, voice low. "Alarm system's taken care of, Molly. I have a guy on the inside... or rather, on the catering side. Let's just say the DJ's kid's got a party and a day off." "That's... disturbing. And genius. What's the vault situation?" "Gift table's got those big, locked ones with the red bows. We'll need the combination. Or a blowtorch." "I didn't sign up for this level of candle-waxing. Get the inside guy to dig up the party list. We can bluff our way to getting that combination." "Ingenious, Molly. You're a regular kidnap-for-cash pro. What's our exit strategy?" "Parked van's outside, north exit's a mesh fence. We can rappel. Blade-proof parachutes are optional, but let's grab those, too." "Blade-proof? You make it sound like a miracle product." "Hey, blades are underrated thieves' arch-nemesis. Next thing you know, we'll be on the beacon price list." Bill shook his head. "You've watched too many action movies."